Jasmine wanted to say that he was lying. ‘You're a man, what are you nervous about?’ However, she
then saw the veins bulging in his neck.
He had taken a bath, but he was still sweating.
Boyce touched her cheek. "I'm afraid to scare you."
Jasmine looked at him. He was looking cautious. He was obviously eager to do so, but he still
restrained himself from doing so. Her heart melted and she took the initiative to hug him. "I'm not afraid
of you at all."
She approached his ear and said softly, "I'm already yours..."
When they were ready and the atmosphere was just right, they were stunned when they were going to
become real husband and wife.
Jasmine glanced at what was under her, suddenly got up from bed and ran to the bathroom.
Boyce looked at the blood on the bed and couldn’t react for a long time.
After a while, he slowly calmed down. Although the agitation in his body did not disappear, his mind
was much clearer.
After a while, Jasmine came out in her clothes. She lowered her head and grabbed the hem with both
hands. "I'm sorry, my period usually doesn’t come at this time. I don't know why it will advance this
month..."
Boyce sat by the bed, tidied up his bathrobe and said, "It's all right. It's not your fault."
Seeing Boyce upset, she felt very guilty. She came over and said, "I'll clean up the bed."
Boyce said, "No, sit down and I'll get it."
Although Boyce was unwilling, he can't help it. He couldn’t possibly have sex with her when she was on
period, right?
Jasmine stood aside, looked down and secretly blamed her period for coming at such a bad timing.
The atmosphere today was excellent, yet it was destroyed by this unwelcomed event.
She bit her lip and snatched the sheet from Boyce's hand. "You're all thumbs. I'll get it."
She lifted the bloody sheets off the bed deftly, threw them into the dirty clothes basket and put on clean
sheets and quilts.
She put the sheets into the washing machine to wash and let Boyce sleep.
She then went to the living room and folded the clothes once again.
She sat on the sofa and folded the clothes neatly one by one. Her mind drifted as she stared at the pile
of clothes on the table.
Boyce sat on the sofa, hugged her and said, "You don’t have to mind that, we still have a lot of time."
Jasmine looked down, she still secretly blamed herself.
She felt sorry for him.
It was better not to start, everything had initially turned out that smoothly…
Boyce pinched her cheek. "Well, it's getting late. Let's go to bed."
Jasmine turned to look at him. "Can you still fall asleep?"
Boyce coughed softly. "I just drank a bottle of ice water. I'm sleepy now."
Jasmine pouted. "But I can't sleep."
Boyce scraped her nose. "Still can’t forgive yourself?"
Jasmine nodded hard. "I just can't forgive myself. My period was very punctual before, if not,
occasionally, it’ll delay. But this time it’s ahead of schedule, fate’s playing game with me."
Boyce carried her up. "Alright, don't think about it anymore, let’s sleep."
He put her on the bed and hugged her. "It's late."
Jasmine turned over, nestled in his arms and closed her eyes. She could calm down in his arms.
Although she still couldn't get through what happened today, she was a lot calmer.
Jasmine only fell asleep until very late. Boyce fell asleep earlier. He woke up first in the morning. When
he woke up, Jasmine was sleeping soundly. He didn't wake her up, but got up gently.
He hung up the sheets washed last night. Being single for so long, he can do a lot of things well, except
cooking.
He went to buy breakfast and came back. He passed by the supermarket and went in to buy a bag of
brown sugar.
After returning, Jasmine was still sleeping without any sign of waking up. Boyce put the breakfast on
the table, the brown sugar too. He boiled a pot of water and poured it into a thermos. Jasmine still
showed no signs of waking up after he had finished everything.
He dressed up and went out with his car key.
Today, he was busy in the station. He could only deal with the old lady's affairs after getting off work.
Since Officer Miller resigned, the affairs in the station were temporarily managed by Boyce. There was
a lot of work handed in by Officer Miller. Now he had to deal with all of it until the superior assigns
someone to take over the position.
At the hospital…
To ease herself in taking care of Armand, instead of asking for another bed, Theresa sat on the chair
beside the bed to rest.
Because she had got up many times at night to check Armand's situation, she didn't wake up until more
than eight o'clock. It was when the doctor came into the ward and she heard the sound of the door
opening that she woke up.
Theresa went to the bathroom to clean her face. The doctor checked Armand's injury and said he still
needs to stay in bed for a while. He can't get down from the bed and walk for a week.
Theresa came out and asked, "When can he wake up?"
The doctor coughed slightly, glanced at the man lying in bed and said, "I can’t be sure. You should talk
to him more, maybe you can help him regain his consciousness."
The doctor actually wanted to say, she should talk to him more to see if she could let him regain his
conscience and stop torturing those who love him.
Theresa said she got it.
"Take good care of him. You can look for me at the nurse's desk whenever anything happens," the
doctor said.
Theresa nodded and sent the doctor away. She went back to the ward, sat on a chair and looked at
him quietly.
She opened his mouth gently. Not knowing whether it was because she had just woken up or because
she was sad, her voice was very hoarse. "Armand, I won't make things difficult for you anymore, when
will you wake up? Grandma is too old to stand this. Please wake up."
Armand didn't want Theresa to be sad, but it would look awkward if he suddenly woke up. He can only
continue pretending to be unconscious, he couldn’t make his plan fail at once.
He must take this opportunity to solve the matter thoroughly.
They must know that life is very fragile. If they don't cherish him, he may really pass out like that one
day.
In the face of life and death, how insignificant would their previous conflicts be?
Armand didn't show any sign of waking up. Theresa was inevitably disappointed. She rubbed her face
to cheer herself up and was ready to fetch some water to clean Armand's face and hands.
Just then, the mobile phone on the table rang. She picked it up and it displayed Oscar's number.
She pressed the answer button and put the phone near her ear. "Hey, Oscar."
Oscar said, "There's nothing important, I just want to ask how Armand's situation is now."
Theresa glimpsed down at him. "He’s still in a coma, I don't know when he can wake up."
"I suppose you didn’t rest and eat well?" Oscar said with concern. "I can hear you sounding much
weaker. Don't worry too much about Armand until you fall sick. You can't mistreat yourself because of
men at any time, you hear me?"
Theresa went to the window, looked outside and said, "I get it."
"Tell me the hospital’s address and I'll order a meal for you," Oscar said.
Theresa smiled. "You must be joking, Oscar. You're in City C..."
"As long as I'm on earth, I can order meals for you with just a phone call. It’s not as complicated as you
think."
Theresa smiled. "When can you be a little bit more serious?"
Armand secretly opened his eyes, turned and saw Theresa standing in front of the window. Although
he couldn't see her face, he could feel that her conversation with Oscar was very casual, and her mood
was lifted a lot.
"I've always been serious, it’s you who think I'm not serious, just because I like to wear bright-coloured
clothes. But bright-coloured clothes make me look young."
"..."
Why would bright-coloured clothes make one look young?
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